Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.